Paul Roland Buccaneers
I still recall the night I went to sea
The Press Gang and the crack they gave to me
No goodbyes, no farewell upon the quay
No kiss from my sweet family
Haul away, haul away my boys
You'll not see ma's again
Haul away and curse old Captain Jack
The hardtack and the grubs that live therein
At first light I with my back against the gun
Blinked into the sun there to see
Captain Jack with a sickly jaundiced skin
Barnacle pax and the foulest grin
Haul away, haul away my boys
You'll not see ma's again
Haul away and curse old Captain Jack
The hardtack and the grubs that live therein
For four long months we sailed the seven seas
At the mercy of the breeze, no charts have we
I fear I won't see Portsmouth e'er again
A Buccaneer am I now to the end
Haul away, haul away my boys
You'll not see ma's again
Haul away and curse old Captain Jack
The hardtack and the grubs that live therein
